You`re No Fun Anymore - Monty Python, Vol. 3

[IbanezJem]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

[Your_Lion]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

[blackhawkrush]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2:

[IbanezJem]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2:

Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with.

[blackhawkrush]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2:

Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with.

Number sixteen. The hand. Number nineteen. The nose. Number twenty-two. The nipple. Number twenty-seven. More naughty bits. Number thirty-one. The end. :moon:

[Your_Lion]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2:

Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with.

Number sixteen. The hand. Number nineteen. The nose. Number twenty-two. The nipple. Number twenty-seven. More naughty bits. Number thirty-one. The end. :moon:

TRF would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in this thread. It is not TRF policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, botty or wee-wees.

:lol:

Ssssh!

Edited February 12, 2021 by Your_Lion

[IbanezJem]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2:

Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with.

Number sixteen. The hand. Number nineteen. The nose. Number twenty-two. The nipple. Number twenty-seven. More naughty bits. Number thirty-one. The end. :moon:

TRF would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in this thread. It is not TRF policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, botty or wee-wees.

:lol:

Ssssh!

All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,...

[blackhawkrush]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2:

Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with.

Number sixteen. The hand. Number nineteen. The nose. Number twenty-two. The nipple. Number twenty-seven. More naughty bits. Number thirty-one. The end. :moon:

TRF would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in this thread. It is not TRF policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, botty or wee-wees.

:lol:

Ssssh!

All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,...

I am Roger the Shrubberer. :hi:

[Your_Lion]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2:

Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with.

Number sixteen. The hand. Number nineteen. The nose. Number twenty-two. The nipple. Number twenty-seven. More naughty bits. Number thirty-one. The end. :moon:

TRF would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in this thread. It is not TRF policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, botty or wee-wees.

:lol:

Ssssh!

All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,...

I am Roger the Shrubberer. :hi:

He runs the Dinky Tinky shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dumdum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell. Here he sells contraceptives and :o ... discipline?... naked? ... With a melon!? :blink:

[blackhawkrush]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2:

Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with.

Number sixteen. The hand. Number nineteen. The nose. Number twenty-two. The nipple. Number twenty-seven. More naughty bits. Number thirty-one. The end. :moon:

TRF would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in this thread. It is not TRF policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, botty or wee-wees.

:lol:

Ssssh!

All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,...

I am Roger the Shrubberer. :hi:

He runs the Dinky Tinky shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dumdum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell. Here he sells contraceptives and :o ... discipline?... naked? ... With a melon!? :blink:

You'll never get away with this, you porn merchant! :whipgirl: Blimey.

[IbanezJem]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2:

Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with.

Number sixteen. The hand. Number nineteen. The nose. Number twenty-two. The nipple. Number twenty-seven. More naughty bits. Number thirty-one. The end. :moon:

TRF would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in this thread. It is not TRF policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, botty or wee-wees.

:lol:

Ssssh!

All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,...

I am Roger the Shrubberer. :hi:

He runs the Dinky Tinky shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dumdum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell. Here he sells contraceptives and :o ... discipline?... naked? ... With a melon!? :blink:

You'll never get away with this, you porn merchant! :whipgirl: Blimey.

What's he do, nibble your bum?

[blackhawkrush]

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose:

Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared:

Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose.

Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter.

And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader:

You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ...

 

... sorry I can't think of anything.

Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2:

Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with.

Number sixteen. The hand. Number nineteen. The nose. Number twenty-two. The nipple. Number twenty-seven. More naughty bits. Number thirty-one. The end. :moon:

TRF would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in this thread. It is not TRF policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, botty or wee-wees.

:lol:

Ssssh!

All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,...

I am Roger the Shrubberer. :hi:

He runs the Dinky Tinky shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dumdum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell. Here he sells contraceptives and :o ... discipline?... naked? ... With a melon!? :blink:

You'll never get away with this, you porn merchant! :whipgirl: Blimey.

What's he do, nibble your bum?

Well, wouldn't say no, not if it's warm and wet. :drool:

[IbanezJem]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

[Your_Lion]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

[IbanezJem]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

[blackhawkrush]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

The mirror fell off the wall. It just came off the wall. Yes...I didn't touch it. :angel:

[IbanezJem]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

The mirror fell off the wall. It just came off the wall. Yes...I didn't touch it. :angel:

Well the pictures are a bit sporadic... I think probably... the solar radiation during the long journey to Algon.

[blackhawkrush]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

The mirror fell off the wall. It just came off the wall. Yes...I didn't touch it. :angel:

Well the pictures are a bit sporadic... I think probably... the solar radiation during the long journey to Algon.

So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man... :popcorn: :hug2: :popcorn:

[Your_Lion]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

The mirror fell off the wall. It just came off the wall. Yes...I didn't touch it. :angel:

Well the pictures are a bit sporadic... I think probably... the solar radiation during the long journey to Algon.

So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man... :popcorn: :hug2: :popcorn:

Follow me. Follow me. I like that. That's good. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh? ;)

[blackhawkrush]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

The mirror fell off the wall. It just came off the wall. Yes...I didn't touch it. :angel:

Well the pictures are a bit sporadic... I think probably... the solar radiation during the long journey to Algon.

So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man... :popcorn: :hug2: :popcorn:

Follow me. Follow me. I like that. That's good. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh? ;)

Right, Your Majesty is like a stream of bat's piss. :wub:

[Your_Lion]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

The mirror fell off the wall. It just came off the wall. Yes...I didn't touch it. :angel:

Well the pictures are a bit sporadic... I think probably... the solar radiation during the long journey to Algon.

So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man... :popcorn: :hug2: :popcorn:

Follow me. Follow me. I like that. That's good. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh? ;)

Right, Your Majesty is like a stream of bat's piss. :wub:

Oh yeah, yeah. After five years they give me a brush :P

[blackhawkrush]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

The mirror fell off the wall. It just came off the wall. Yes...I didn't touch it. :angel:

Well the pictures are a bit sporadic... I think probably... the solar radiation during the long journey to Algon.

So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man... :popcorn: :hug2: :popcorn:

Follow me. Follow me. I like that. That's good. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh? ;)

Right, Your Majesty is like a stream of bat's piss. :wub:

Oh yeah, yeah. After five years they give me a brush :P

Oh yes, Your_Lion's such a clever little boy, just like his father. :codger: Spitting image.

[IbanezJem]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

The mirror fell off the wall. It just came off the wall. Yes...I didn't touch it. :angel:

Well the pictures are a bit sporadic... I think probably... the solar radiation during the long journey to Algon.

So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man... :popcorn: :hug2: :popcorn:

Follow me. Follow me. I like that. That's good. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh? ;)

Right, Your Majesty is like a stream of bat's piss. :wub:

Oh yeah, yeah. After five years they give me a brush :P

Oh yes, Your_Lion's such a clever little boy, just like his father. :codger: Spitting image.

There is only me, sir.

[blackhawkrush]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

The mirror fell off the wall. It just came off the wall. Yes...I didn't touch it. :angel:

Well the pictures are a bit sporadic... I think probably... the solar radiation during the long journey to Algon.

So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man... :popcorn: :hug2: :popcorn:

Follow me. Follow me. I like that. That's good. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh? ;)

Right, Your Majesty is like a stream of bat's piss. :wub:

Oh yeah, yeah. After five years they give me a brush :P

Oh yes, Your_Lion's such a clever little boy, just like his father. :codger: Spitting image.

There is only me, sir.

You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you. :huh:

[IbanezJem]

Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

You've had your tongue down her throat and she's got her legs on the mantelpiece. :drool:

No! No! The mirror is on the other side. It's opposite the mirror.

The mirror fell off the wall. It just came off the wall. Yes...I didn't touch it. :angel:

Well the pictures are a bit sporadic... I think probably... the solar radiation during the long journey to Algon.

So let's forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man... :popcorn: :hug2: :popcorn:

Follow me. Follow me. I like that. That's good. A nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh? ;)

Right, Your Majesty is like a stream of bat's piss. :wub:

Oh yeah, yeah. After five years they give me a brush :P

Oh yes, Your_Lion's such a clever little boy, just like his father. :codger: Spitting image.

There is only me, sir.

You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you. :huh:

Well it's just... ordinary short back and sides...